Meanwhile, his wrist was slashed by a knife, staining the cuff of his white shirt with blood—a striking sight.
"Nathan!"
Nathan swiftly subdued the thugs with a few punches and kicks. Just then, the car Ava had called arrived. Without further entanglement, Nathan grabbed Ava and got into the car.
Once they reached the safety of the vehicle, Ava regained her composure and examined Nathan's hand closely.
"Nathan, are you alright?"
Nathan shook his head with a smile, rubbing his temple. "I'm fine, just a bit dizzy."
It was only then that the still-shaken Ava noticed the strong scent of alcohol emanating from Nathan. She frowned and scolded him.
"You've been drinking?"
Nathan immediately grabbed Ava's hand, looking remorseful.
"If you don't like it, I won't drink anymore, Ava. Please don't be mad at me!"
